He hurts, Mettaton knows. And the robot can't begin to fathom what existence quite feels like after so long, without the same people to live it alongside... Though he's begun to consider it. He only feels fondness for him, in the wake of it all. He gives him a squeeze, and smiles against him at the request. In the end, Mettaton likes being needed. He'd stay for someone who needed him, given dire circumstances. Even if he's gone back on his word before, the only thing that would draw him away is the draw of the mirrors, at this point. He's not even going to spare a thought toward those right now.]
Of course, darling. Being ever-present... It's what I do. You'll always know I'm there. And I will be.
[Mettaton takes the initiative to shift Emet-Selch around so that he could be closer, more comfortable in his grip, positioned in such a way that he could remain huddled against him easily. He'll remain here for as long as he pleases. He's comfortable, besides.
(And if he can ascertain that Emet-Selch has slipped into unconsciousness, he might take that moment to slip away and clean up, then tidy up his room to his liking. The thought excites Mettaton. A little organization to start with, of course. It's the little things. Not quite distractions, but things he enjoys doing. That they'd be distractions is just a benefit.)]
I might get bored, though. Waiting. You won't like what I do when I'm bored... Besides. I have it on good authority... that I'm not a presence conducive to sleep. So don't think you'll get away with a long slumber, at any point, sleeping beauty.
[He has his usual energy back... Mettaton kisses him, but otherwise settles against him.]
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He hurts, Mettaton knows. And the robot can't begin to fathom what existence quite feels like after so long, without the same people to live it alongside... Though he's begun to consider it. He only feels fondness for him, in the wake of it all. He gives him a squeeze, and smiles against him at the request. In the end, Mettaton likes being needed. He'd stay for someone who needed him, given dire circumstances. Even if he's gone back on his word before, the only thing that would draw him away is the draw of the mirrors, at this point. He's not even going to spare a thought toward those right now.]
Of course, darling. Being ever-present... It's what I do. You'll always know I'm there. And I will be.
[Mettaton takes the initiative to shift Emet-Selch around so that he could be closer, more comfortable in his grip, positioned in such a way that he could remain huddled against him easily. He'll remain here for as long as he pleases. He's comfortable, besides.
(And if he can ascertain that Emet-Selch has slipped into unconsciousness, he might take that moment to slip away and clean up, then tidy up his room to his liking. The thought excites Mettaton. A little organization to start with, of course. It's the little things. Not quite distractions, but things he enjoys doing. That they'd be distractions is just a benefit.)]
I might get bored, though. Waiting. You won't like what I do when I'm bored... Besides. I have it on good authority... that I'm not a presence conducive to sleep. So don't think you'll get away with a long slumber, at any point, sleeping beauty.
[He has his usual energy back... Mettaton kisses him, but otherwise settles against him.]